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There is a terribly grown little squirrel near my office. There is well - through the leaves of the trees the rays of the sun penetrate, in the middle there is a lonely bench and, surprisingly, it is almost not ashamed. Usually during the lunch break after meals I spend 15-20 minutes there with a siesta with a bottle of ayran in my hand.
On Tuesday of this week, I again moved there after eating - the bench was loved by a couple - a boy and a defach from the force of 14, but already Ibuzzo. Apparently on Tuesday I had a crack of cynicism and I passed through this action, resenting myself that I will not have a siesta on that day.
Today, by habit, I go there with the same steady bottle of Airan - the bench is busy - the defach sitting on the bench (the same) makes the boy (the same) go by. I did not endure.

The mezzanine:
Almost the center of SPb, an abandoned and grown-up square on the street of Red Textilists. In the center of the square is a bench, sitting on which a 14-year-old defacker makes a mit a 14-year-old boy. And here, because of the nearest bush, a 30+-year-old muzhig in a 500-dollar black suit pops up and, raising his hands to the sun, wildly cries "Previeweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!!!and "

Judging by the wild cry of the boy’s response, defacka was very scared.

by Zy. I feel a puddle and a hatred - the defach is frigid for the rest of my life, the boy will hardly get up (if there is anything left of it) ZZY. But no one else will be in my squirrel during my lunch break.